I sit in a daze and wonder
sometimes how can it be
the universe cares and not-cares
offering marvels and heartbreak
in equal measure, and I worry
but then a bird sings or a voice calls
and it matters little if it makes sense
or not-sense, because a breezy day,
turning the face to the sun, warming,
the soul knows the true promise of love
02 July 2011
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The universe has its own intentions...leading you places and then letting you do with your findings what you will. Thus, the random and quantum; the lack of sense and misdirection; the marvels and heartbreaks. It's all the promise of the universe.
ReplyDeleteLove this, Irish. Really resonates in this girl's psyche.
ReplyDeleteI'm a firm believer in connecting to an energy that makes me feel better, no matter what else is going on around me. It's my Zen practice. Call me grasshopper if you like.
ReplyDeleteWhat will be will be. Enjoy what is. Right? Love those words washing over me...
ReplyDeletethis is just beautiful, Irish
ReplyDeletethe second stanza reminds of Anne Frank, and how she wrote about the beautiful chestnut tree that she could see from the attic window.
String Theory or Sting Theory?
ReplyDeleteExhaustion from true understanding or ADD?
<3
Concern yourself or screw it?
I love the bird distraction. How clever this little ditty is! I get it! I get it!
Einstein thinks the universe folds over itself, that we start where we stop and begin where we end. So does love.
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